Tag: night
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The Lantern’s Vigil
This poem began as a study of ritual and light—how grief moves through objects without naming itself. I wanted the river to do the speaking, to let the lanterns fail quietly and completely.
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The Fruits of My Labors
I hate mowing the lawn,hate the way it sends chinch bugsflying to the stars after the rain.In my dreams, however, I have lots of land,and delight in sculpting neat parallel rowswith my tractor- over and over, on and on,aerating the start of warrens and burrows for rabbits and woodchucks to finish their tunnels, for deer…
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Another Night’s Peace
(after Solomon ibn Gabirol) https://poets.org/poet/solomon-ibn-gabirolA pure heart in the moon’s smilethe heavens show their peace—another night’s rests from the mischance and mischievous love of moon and tide—the storm’s mantle that covers the moonand presses clouds and streams to burst—and pretenses luna’s death beyond the clouds,the mind’s falling, the soul’s weeping in the lie there is…
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In Passing (Haiku Chain)
Slowly time crushesthe coal black of all nighttimeto diamond morningsand the bud quivers only in the mystery of its blossoming in the wide meadow-lost in precious existence with the nastic night. ————nastic: the non-directional movement of a plant part in response to an external stimulus is known as nastic movement . The folding up of…
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Rain Chapter and Verse
He fell in love with the rainvolumes and volumes sheets upon sheetseach drop a wet memorya weather forecast of himThere he was a child in yellowand black rubber bootssplashing up and downfeeling the pinging on his hoodthe flavor of pond on his tongueputting his existence on hold for maybe days and dayslocked away in play…
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A Time for Stones
The new stones have arrived from the sea,their bruises and changes waiting for my hand to hold, let them dry and shine in the sun—to finally see them from all their different sides.These stonelings exude such a soft subtle energy,full of the rubbings from the kiss of elder stones, every flower and branch, the caressing…
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Night Cat
Mine, mimes the black cat putting out his paw to her darkness. Let’s walk in the wood, black eyes imply,the scent of shadows rising from him.The snow, the city, the night dissolves. Mornings to come he will purr to her face.She hears a word of fur and thinks it’s love.Nights, he will slip out like…
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Fireflies
The spark that comes from their belly denies the darkness its dominion and reminds the rest of a shining worldhow lonely the light really is. This light is brief in a darkness vast,an echo of the quick flare of tiny planets and suns filled with the enveloping night between. These bugs spend themselves and then…
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He Creates the Sax for Her
She brings his instrument all together: a reedy tongue golden viper that fits his fingers. She is his night. And she dances for him, caressing him until the night is jazz and he is jazz— his only music.
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The Fairground Closes for the Night
The whirligigs above will stop,fold and rest their metal wingsfor the night.The cars and those in them will not collide.Gravity returns, granting peace and stillness from the movements of the day. The weary attendants will slump their shoulders,sighing in relief.So too, will the teddy bear in the claw machine once the current shuts off. Bullets…
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Riding the Bus at Night
The night bus cradles the weary and those waiting for the dayonly those who know the city’s cocoon can appreciate the hustle and ritualof its morning butterflies orthe way speed blurs tenement lightsinto a stained glass display—diffused halos of red and green,blue and yellow.To ride the night busdemands you living with the shadowsmovingwith you,behind you,staring…
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Night Beach Couplet
When the color goes away for the daythe night beach revels in the shadows play.